Page 61 of Not Before Game Night
Yes… I didn’t think I’d ever be able to say no again.
As he held me, I allowed myself to feel the rippling connection between us. A tango of fire, passion, raw undeniable chemistry. It was all there. All of it.
I almost believed we could be like this forever.
Chapter 17
Cole
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It was official.I’d gone crazy.
I was willing to accept it now.
One hour before training saw me still at her house. At Vanessa’s house buried deep inside her while she cried out for more.
She actually said the words, so I gave her more.
I just about managed to get away from her enough to change my clothes before I left. I got to the stadium in good time too, then I got a call from her telling me I’d left my wallet and she was on the way over to drop it off.
She did, except I never allowed her to leave me.
I jumped in the car with her and ended up in the alley behind the stadium. To my knowledge, we had about ten minutes before I had to be on the damn field, and I’d have to jump the fence to get there in time.
If only I could leave her lips and her.
We were out here making out like a bunch of teenagers. Her with her shirt and bra undone, me ready to blow my load just from sucking her tits and kissing her lips.
She kissed me like she wanted to devour me, and I couldn’t see how I would leave her to do anything.
We would be leaving tomorrow for another away game. This time in Philadelphia, and she wasn’t going to be there. I didn’t know which was worse, the knowledge of her not being there or the fact that I would miss her more than I’d thought possible.
She pulled back out of the kiss, and I could have screamed.
“You have to go.” She winced.
“Like fuck, Vanessa. Look at my damn dick. I’m pitching a tent. I can’t go anywhere like this.” It was agony. Aching to be inside her was damn agony, and I would have preferred to satisfy myself with her over facing the wrath of Coach Simpson.
The loss of that last game against The Falcons made him lose his shit. I’d never been threatened with death so many times in all my life. Nor had I had so many threats to have my balls axed right off me just for breathing the wrong way. Fuck, the man was crazy.
And yet… even with another possible death threat just for me, I was here wanting the gorgeous beauty.
That saucy smile of hers melted everything from my mind. She leaned forward, an erotic sight in her little mini skirt and her tits bobbling in front of her. She kept steady eye contact while she ran her perfectly manicured fingers over my cock.
It was times like this when the angel became the temptress. The wild seductress I’d taught her to be with the terrible influence I’d had on her.
“I have the best idea. I can totally fix this little problem of yours, and you’ll even be able to make it to training on time.” She nodded, and there was nothing about the wildness in her eyes that resembled the sweet girl she had been only weeks ago.
“Oh, yeah? I think you should definitely help me out.” I was nigh on drooling as my mouth watered at the sight of her.
She gripped the head of my cock through my pants and started running her fingers up and down the shaft through the fabric.
I didn’t know how I managed to control myself.
I definitely deserved some credit for trying to look like I wasn’t ready to erupt like a volcano.
She smiled at me while she undid the belt buckle and the zipper of my fly. Then she pushed my boxers down, unleashing my aching cock. Just as I caught my breath, slender fingers gripped the base knowing exactly what to do to me.
